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[ Contrary as a cat, Balthier leans into the touch to his cheek. This is quite fine, though he finds one detail to be discontented with as he runs his fingers through Basch’s short-cropped hair. An absurd, stray thought crosses his mind at the sheer inconvenience of the man adopting the style—surely the Judge Gabranth could have thought to grow his hair out in the months that followed the fall of Bahamut so there might be something for someone to tangle their fingers in. It’s practically a personal affront. ]

I certainly have a few ideas. [ His breath is coming just a little shorter already, and their lips meet again for a moment more. Draping himself against him, loose-limbed and seeming more relaxed than he really is, he hums thoughtfully as he taps Basch’s chin. ] I have gone to such lengths to get you in my bed, after all.